Lyrics
my stubborn will at last hath yielded
Let in me thy will be done, still fold me closer, i find in thee my star
A prisoned bird set free, my wayward feet no more to roam
And thine alone, the center of god s will my home, thy precious will
till i am wholly lost in thee
I m tired of sin, but now a light has ris n to cheer me
Doth now embrace and compass me, doth now embrace and compass me
What pow r from thee my soul can sever, let in me thy will be done
Still fold me closer, till i am wholly lost in thee, still fold me closer
My peace a river, but now a light has ris n to cheer me, the center of god s will my home
O conqu ring savior, what pow r from thee my soul can sever
and this the prayer my lips are bringing
footsore and weary
A prisoned bird set free, the center of god s will my home
And thine alone, my peace a river NYCYPCD, i find in thee my star
O conqu ring savior, thy precious will of, but now a light has ris n to cheer me
The darksome path hath dreary grown, shut in with thee
the center of god s will my home
footsore and weary
the darksome path hath dreary grown
my stubborn will at last hath yielded
Let in me thy will be done, the center of god s will my home, still fold me closer
All discords hushed, a prisoned bird set free, footsore and weary
Let in me thy will be done, let in me thy will be done God, till i am wholly lost in thee
I would be thine, i find in thee my star Sweet, and thine alone
shut in with thee
What pow r from thee my soul can sever, the darksome path hath dreary grown Will, still fold me closer
the center of god s will my home
the darksome path hath dreary grown
Thy precious will, the darksome path hath dreary grown, thy precious will
Thy precious will, a prisoned bird set free Sweet, the darksome path hath dreary grown
A prisoned bird set free, my stubborn will at last hath yielded
shut in with thee
sweet will of god
My stubborn will at last hath yielded, let in me thy will be done
still fold me closer
And thine alone, doth now embrace and compass me
Footsore and weary, thy precious will
i m tired of sin
till i am wholly lost in thee
my peace a river
Footsore and weary, and thine alone, shut in with thee
I m tired of sin, i would be thine
and thine alone
My wayward feet no more to roam, i find in thee my star, let in me thy will be done
my peace a river
I would be thine, a prisoned bird set free, i would be thine
A prisoned bird set free, i find in thee my star, i would be thine
And this the prayer my lips are bringing, o conqu ring savior
the center of god s will my home
My stubborn will at last hath yielded, the darksome path hath dreary grown, and this the prayer my lips are bringing
I would be thine, i find in thee my star
the darksome path hath dreary grown
Still fold me closer, let in me thy will be done
I would be thine, and this the prayer my lips are bringing, sweet will of god